When I look at the stars, the sunset, the ocean. When I gaze upon the mountain range towering in front of my wide eyes. When the moon softly shines on my smiling face. I feel at peace.

When I feel the breeze on my skin, the grass beneath my bare feet thick between my toes. The tickle in my nose in a dusty room, the drops of rain colliding with my body during a storm. I feel alive.

When I watch lovers play in a busy park, their laughter singing whilst birds fly above them. When I dance, with friends, with strangers, with myself. When I embrace my partner and fall into dreamy slumber. I feel love.

When I think about my experiences, and the world around me. I realise, we have so much more in common, than the differences that tear us apart. And I feel... sorrow.

Am I alone? In my thoughts? In my feelings?

Does anyone understand?

...

I think they do.

I look around and see a women fall over, and several strangers around her flock to her aid. I see a struggling student be taught with a smile, by a patient mentor. I see those masses with nothing give everything, and give everything though those who have everything give nothing, and they give with love. I see whole countries welcoming their neighbours with warm, open arms. And I feel pity, for those countries with locked doors and guard dogs, for they know not what they miss. I feel for them, compassion, and understanding, for they too soon shall realise.

I see hatred grow into tolerance and I see tolerance grow into acceptance. And I see acceptance, evolve into love. And I see... progress... change.

And I feel... hope.

And I wonder... who else does?